The spring river, a quiet place, takes a deep breath in a moment of pause between the icy grip of winter and the violence of runoff. Mother nature is gettin' her thing together, organizing her curio cabinet for a summer display of life renewed. The river offers a brief window of good fishing, teasing you with bitter brevity before snow melt tightens its grip in a stranglehold that won't let go until summer fishing arrives.
I floated the Roaring Fork River this past weekend. These are a few images from my experience: